We are in a jungle; a jungle of calamity, a jungle of hurdles, a jungle of murmurs; a jungle of light & fame; a jungle of laughter; a jungle of joy; a jungle of competition; a jungle of you & me; a jungle of who-is-going-to-do-what; and a jungle of us. And every now and then,… Read More When We Forget The Simplicity
This morning, I have had a dream of singing a song which was played for someone special. She seemed to be impressed after a long gap of ignorance. She was smiling for the very first time. I was on some connecting walking lane situated at the top of some building. It was airy and cloudy… Read More Dream Perfecto, We Imperfecto
As the neigh of Beethoven swoops in to give rhythm to the hue and cry of the creativity, once there lived Ignorance. It often went to the cumbersome approach and uplifted their methods to the one who refused to be defeated. And that’s how born Awe. For the sake of over-explaining the above undervalued and… Read More Once Ignorance Was Born
I don’t know what to say. It often starts with that sentence, doesn’t it? Though in the back of our mind, we have a whole lot of decided and undecided thoughts jumbling up and down to come out. But we can’t (won’t) transform those into any words. We know what to say but probably, we… Read More A Draft Pink Cluster of The Random Access Memory
… And you are entrapped in the hotchpotch of jib-jab, the mystery behind ginormous life goals, and the convoluted understanding of yourself. You have gone way past the damnation of overhaul and the dealing with the identity crisis is becoming bitter with every second. You often get agitated, not because people are giving you the… Read More Awakening of The Blue Darkening
A few weeks back, my brother asked me about the reason behind my isolated nature, especially during just before my college days (around 11 years back) when I used to go to the rooftop for 2-3 hours. I still do that some time. I chuckled and answered. “For no reason! Probably, clear my mind.” The… Read More Walk and Walk, Break The Mental Block
Long back, I, along with several actors, was performing playback theatre in front almost 100-150 people (mostly kids and teachers). At the end of the show, we were asked to conclude the performance on the audiences’reaction who shared their memorable moments of that evening. I went first almost with a blank mind and, probably, the… Read More Our Laughter Is What Remains
